You're My Antidote

They Are Coming - Part 12

__ POV

I woke up early in the morning. I saw that I had the MCR shirt back on and a pair of spandex shirts on. Thank god I had pants now. It was uncomfortable wearing nothing but a shirt. I remembered what had happened the night before. I sat up and buried my face into my hands. I was alone in the room and it was dark and silent. All that could be heard was my fast breathing as I sobbed. Why did I let her get to me. She messed with my mind and now I'm her toy. I'm everyone's toy. Everyone wants a taste and I don't want that. I heard the door nob twist and Zoella came in. She was wearing peach skinny jeans and a baby blue blouse. A gun was held to her side. I thought she was gonna kill me right there. I refused to look at her because I didn't like when people saw when I cried. My eyes would get red and puffy and my whole face would turn red. I just look awful when I cry and I don't like for people to see. She walked up to me and grabbed my jaw with her hand and looked into my eyes. "Darlin, the police know where we are. Apparently you have a tracking devise on you somewhere. I don't want them to take you away. You're mine. If they are going to take your sweet life from me then I will take you sweet life away from everyone." She let go of my jaw and loaded her gun. "Babe, they are gonna have a rough time getting here. It will take about an hour. That's enough time for me to torture you before they get here." I looked into her eyes and mine went wide. She grabbed me by my hair and dragged me somewhere. She had a tight grip on my hair and I cried more and more. I was then thrown onto a concrete floor. It hurt and it was cold. I could see little blood spots on the floor that were dried. We're there others? How could I have thought anything good about her. I let her do many things to me. I hate this. I just want to die. I want Dan with me to comfort me and make me smile a real smile. He brought the real me out and made me feel wanted more than anyone else. I couldn't stand this woman now. She goes from evil to lustful and nice and then back to evil. I hate it. I hate her. She controlled me. I don't know her well but I can tell she is an horrible bitch. She cocked her gun and put it in the side of her jeans. Zoella kicked me in my stomach as I was curled up on the floor. I cried and cried. She whipped me, beat me, said horrible things, and reminded me of how much of a failure I am. I already knew I was a failure but I hated how she kept reminding me. 49 minutes had past and I had now had bruises all over my arms, legs, chest, stomach, back, face, everywhere. My lips were bleeding along with my forehead and knees. A pool of blood was forming and my vision was turning blurry. I heard sirens. They were close. Zoella grabbed me by me hair and pulled me to a corner with her. She sat behind me with the loaded gun held to my head. She then whispered into my ear. "This isn't gonna be the last time we see each other." I continued to cry and I began to hiccup because of all the crying. The door hand now been crashed open and 5 men had guns pointing at Zoe. "Put the gun down and don't shoot" one of the men said loudly. "Oh I'm not gonna shoot this slut" Zoella replied to them. She shot 2 of the men and pulled out a pocket knife. She then stabbed me in my stomach twice and my vision went blurry. I heard gunshots continue and Zoella screamed. I laid on the ground, drifting off into a deep sleep. All I could see was a hallucination of a tall man with dark eyes and hair reaching their hand out to me. They wore all black and said, "I love you."